Yesterday morning I stopped by the post office on Arden Way. I had to pick up a package which meant going inside and waiting in line. It was 8:35 a.m. which I thought would be early enough to avoid the crowds. As it turned out, they *offer new hours*: 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., Mon – Fri. So I decided to wait. Like every red blooded American I pulled out my handheld and started pretending to be super into something in an effort to avoid social interaction of any kind.

The “waiting area” began to fill with all sorts of Sacramentans eager to get some mailin’ done. We could all see the employees inside the office fussing about preparing to open. “You are right there, what’s the hold up? OPEN already!” a man uttered breaking the silence.

Finally, after about 10 of us had gathered RIGHT in front of the door to the office, an older gentleman walked up. He didn’t say anything, but we all knew to clear a path. What was he trying to do? He can see us all huddled in front of the office with the blue sign that read “HOURS 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., Mon – Fri” right? Perhaps not, because he proceeded to try and enter the office by pulling on the door handle. Assuming no one else would get the humor in that, I chuckle to myself thinking back to my college days when a professor was late and the students would stand outside the classroom waiting patiently until one last student would walk up and try the door thinking all of us must be idiots to be standing outside in the freezing cold with the wind howling and not wearing a sweatshirt because one of us always forgot to dress appropriately in the winter time thinking he would never be outside so why bother with a jacket! Ahem, yeah, so anywho…

After a pause a woman in her 60s steps up and speaks for us all:

“You didn’t actually think that door was going to open did you? Why do you think we are all standing here?”

Here’s to you woman at the post office, well played!